4/18/2014
Pressure to meet the deadline
It creates more anxiety and fear from within yourself. Feeling trapped into meeting the deadline is the struggle we all encounter. Well, being married to an artist is the most challenging experience of my life. I can work for the master and take the beaten on the ship, but to be internally connected to a deadline and pressure is like being in a pressure cooker afraid of the top exploding. I am writing this because I begin this morning talking to God and I begin to weep because my focus at that moment was interfering with my praise. I had so many issues that need to be confronted. I begin to feel the most unimaginable thing ever, life is just not a fairy tale! God gives me strength!
The artist I married has been so busy he could not hear my cry. After two weeks I begin to feel the pressure of the pot boiling water and I felt like something bad was going to happen. My timing was poor, but I needed to stop the steam from escaping the pressure pot. I just wanted him to give me his undivided attention because I felt like I was all alone.
I understand that an artist needs space and time to create. What a great blessing my husband taught me, time, and space to be creative has been great for my writing. His head must be clear and free of distractions. He explains that the best work is created when your heart is clear. I was getting offended, but it became very clear to me that this energy needed to be redirected.
The stream was giving me a migraine and I needed to clear my head so I took my cup of Jamaican coffee and escaped outside where I felt a strong presence of God. The energy from the green trees gave me so much oxygen I was beginning to breath better. The air was so cleansing and fresh it cleared my head and released some endorphins that reduced my headache. The headache was the pressure in the cooking pot. I realized how much I love that man. Even though he was the pressure boiling in the pot and his advice was worth more to me than the fear of the top exploding off of the pot. My mind was clear and I begin to write.
Thank God for the artist, creator, strength of my family.
By Orjanette Bryant
It creates more anxiety and fear from within yourself. Feeling trapped into meeting the deadline is the struggle we all encounter. Well, being married to an artist is the most challenging experience of my life. I can work for the master and take the beaten on the ship, but to be internally connected to a deadline and pressure is like being in a pressure cooker afraid of the top exploding. I am writing this because I begin this morning talking to God and I begin to weep because my focus at that moment was interfering with my praise. I had so many issues that need to be confronted. I begin to feel the most unimaginable thing ever, life is just not a fairy tale! God gives me strength!
The artist I married has been so busy he could not hear my cry. After two weeks I begin to feel the pressure of the pot boiling water and I felt like something bad was going to happen. My timing was poor, but I needed to stop the steam from escaping the pressure pot. I just wanted him to give me his undivided attention because I felt like I was all alone.
I understand that an artist needs space and time to create. What a great blessing my husband taught me, time, and space to be creative has been great for my writing. His head must be clear and free of distractions. He explains that the best work is created when your heart is clear. I was getting offended, but it became very clear to me that this energy needed to be redirected.
The stream was giving me a migraine and I needed to clear my head so I took my cup of Jamaican coffee and escaped outside where I felt a strong presence of God. The energy from the green trees gave me so much oxygen I was beginning to breath better. The air was so cleansing and fresh it cleared my head and released some endorphins that reduced my headache. The headache was the pressure in the cooking pot. I realized how much I love that man. Even though he was the pressure boiling in the pot and his advice was worth more to me than the fear of the top exploding off of the pot. My mind was clear and I begin to write.
Thank God for the artist, creator, strength of my family.
By Orjanette Bryant
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